For JasonBWell
I understand finality-
the last bow
the closed book
the descending coffin.
Understanding
is poor proxy
to love lost.
There should, at least,
be a note, a stone,
a reprieving light
that bears witness
to shadow.
Grief buys no mementos,
no postcards,
no embroidered satin pillows.
It sits as stain
upon the forever promise
reminding us
there's no such thing.
I understand finality-
the last bow
the closed book
the descending coffin.
Understanding
is poor proxy
to love lost.
There should, at least,
be a note, a stone,
a reprieving light
that bears witness
to shadow.
Grief buys no mementos,
no postcards,
no embroidered satin pillows.
It sits as stain
upon the forever promise
reminding us
there's no such thing.
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